 We've got to work fast. He's shooting. Quiet, I said, and move. I'm not going anywhere. Must I tell you again? Since when does a Moise carry a Luger? Don't touch him. You've stepped in where it doesn't concern you. Maybe it's lucky I did. Think again, my friend. It's your misfortune. I felt the blow of his heavy Luger across my face, and that was all. Only a roaring like a calm scene in the desert, and me spinning with the wind, till it seemed to pitch me back down to the foot of the minaret.